Nette Onclaud Poet Quintain (English)

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Cupid Pulls Back the Bow

I  feel the everything of you,
through spring... through fall my breath would run 
across the towers of sky blue
and petals bless our crowning sun,
to grasp a language still undone.

Arrows brush lips , never amiss ,
beholding sighs fragrant as dew
which glaze the rawness of a kiss;
then softens late evening, anew
till we join freely    in life's bliss.


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1/08/2017  CUPID PULLS BACK THE BOW
A Mystic Rose Contest

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Kevin Leake January 9, 2017 at 1:06 PM Beautifully wriiten Nette, The imagery and words are lovely!!! Best Wishes Kevin

Janis Medders Tobechi January 8, 2017 at 12:17 PM Excellent nette. Imagery that comes alive. Should have placed much higher. Congratulations.

Kim Rodrigues January 8, 2017 at 10:09 AM Arrows brush lips, rawness of a kiss! Congrats, Nette!

Arthur Vaso January 7, 2017 at 11:39 PM Ok, You have melted both me and my heart!

Carly Lalion January 7, 2017 at 7:16 PM Your poems are flawless and have that mysterious glow about it and this one sparks of love's rhapsody!

Manny Paras January 7, 2017 at 7:06 PM Don't make me fall in love with any girl I would meet right now. I'm in a trance!

Sunlite Wanter January 7, 2017 at 6:42 PM What love, beautifully written.